The Wistful Witness
The ceramic bowl sat in Elias’s hands, cold and fractured, the shards clicking softly against each other like the joints of a small, broken animal. It was a thing of no value, a chipped piece of mass-produced pottery found in the mud of Kestrel Pass, yet Elias held it with the reverence of a man holding a holy relic, his fingers tracing the jagged rim where the glaze had chipped away to reveal...
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